The bed of my childhood. I wanted to keep it. I wanted it for my children.
I guess that little dream wouldn't come true then.
I don't feel home anymore.
It's turned into a hotel, bank, childcare centre, free food centre, hospital and what else?!
It's natural that I'd feel tired of everything, so you can't blame me.
& it's hard for me when people don't listen everytime I want to say something.
So don't blame me if I choose to shut up.
I feel a fever rising, and my brain feels like it's about to explode.
As my memory rests
But never forgets what I lost
Wake me up when September ends
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